The Tempest

Like a dream that gives me no respite,
Lingering through the night,
But by morning it stills again...

Caressing another scar
Bruised tender with yearning—

Drifting to long languishing days
Spent searching for a trail,
A wisp of air, a faint whisper
It left behind...


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